Last night I finally found myself back on the wagon due to my good friend, AN. AN and I rode bikes 28 and 29 at the Flatiron Flywheel location and pounded out to some good beats. I was sweating like a hog in the middle of a Texas heat wave and about half way in, I was ready to stop moving my legs and drop to the floor, but as I did with the half marathon I ran in May, I just kept pushing as hard as I could and told myself to keep moving my legs.
So here I was, following my own advice of “Being Social” and making workout plans with a friend – when we arrived at Flywheel tonight we both admitted that we likely would not have shown up if we knew the other wouldn’t be there. Hopefully my spin class yesterday evening puts me back on the cardio track…I really need it – I can feel my big fat booty growing little by little – time to start keeping it in check…
Speaking of keeping things in check, I am unfortunately, joining my good friend B, and her husband, Bling tonight downtown for Meatball Madness, an event hosted by chefs from some of the best restaurants in NYC. Needless to say, this is a major, major food bomb. I need to get my lumpy butt to the gym tomorrow morning so I can work off all the good things that make a meatball so tasty.